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"Truth hurts, don’t it?"
Kyungsoo scoffed. His whole body was shaking as his cool, distanced and polite side had totally vanished. He was furious, out of control, and definitely in no mood to talk to his friend. His hands balled to fists and he spun around, angrily hissing at the other.
“Yes. Yes, it fucking does. Is that what you wanted? To see me like this once? Do you enjoy it? You better do, because the price for this...might be high.”
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"I have to go."
Kyungsoo blinked and the grip on his glass tightened as he looked over the table at the girl, mustering her carefully.
“B-but why now? Why do I feel like there is something you are not telling me? You know that I won’t let you leave like this.”
His tone ended up showing more emotion than he intended to, so he was quick to relax in his chair and put on an emotionless face.
“I really won’t. So...tell me.”
"Everyone is right about you."
“Is that so?” Kyungsoo raised his eyebrows, not once looking away from the girl. A slow smile spreads on his face and he clicks his tongue while his arms cross in front of his chest. “And what do they say about me that is so true? I’m curious, miss.”
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(since you didn’t specify I’ll make the future one Yoona and the past one Kyungsoo~)
"Thank you. I really wanted someone to throw up on my shoes." (for Kyungsoo.)
Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and threw his head back, groaning as he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand. He surely was busted, so one couldn’t really blame him from throwing up, actually it was the best case of him being drunk, otherwise he might have become an even bigger bother to Baekhyun. He really wasn’t in the state to feel sorry at the moment, so he only lightly slapped the others arm before clinging to it, the movement making him dizzy and weak on his knees.
“S-shut up, this is your fault...you filled me up. Not funny, really. Now get me home before I throw up again.”
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“How did this even happen...I can’t believe we are stuck in here.” Kyungsoo mumbled as he let his head fall back against the wall with a small groan. He shifted around, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable being so pressed up against the girl. She didn’t seem to be comfortable with this situation either, sighing a little and trying to open the door once again, without any success.
He let out yet another sigh and bit his lip, thinking about ways to get them out of this situation, but nothing seemed reasonable right here. The thought of them having to wait for someone to notice that they were stuck in here didn’t really seem very good, but in the end they probably really had no other choice. So he gently pulled Iris’ hands away from the door and smiled at her.
“This has no use, really. We can only wait now and try to not get too bored during this time. So let’s talk a bit, okay?”
"Wait! Hold on!"
Kyungsoo stopped and turned around, startled by the noise. He mustered the girl in confusion and blinked before mumbling: “What’s the matter?”
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8. dropping a dish and shattering it
Kyungsoo flinched as the dish hit the floor, followed by a groan a few seconds later since he really had been working hard on this meal.
He turned around, prepared to glare at the source of disturbance that scared him into dropping his dish, and he was met by a face of a stranger who also had a look of surprise written on his face.
“There are no customers allowed in this area, sir. This is only for workers, which I guess you aren’t. If you have any questions, please ask the waitress, but I am really busy at the moment.” He mumbled, trying to still seem polite.
